Have you ever heard the song, "If I Could Have A Beer With Jesus" by Thomas Rhett? I heard it on the radio yesterday and it got me thinking how awesome an experience that would be to spend just an hour with Jesus. I don't think I would talk, just listen. I know someday I will have that opportunity. But that got me thinking of who in this whole world I would like to spend an hour or a day with - this just miscellaneous ramblings of a Goat Farmer on a cold morning in Ohio.Of course, the first person that comes to mind is my son. As you all know, he is in the Navy and what I would give to have him home for just a day especially next week, since he turns 20 years old next Tuesday. But, that is the life of a military family.

The next person that comes to mind is my Mom. She died 24 years old ago before I got married. So she missed Nathan and the farm. Hey, Mom, your only grandson is a sailor in the United States Navy - what do you think about that! So many things I would love to say to my Mom - she died very suddenly. I would like to tell her that I now understand. She was an alcoholic - started drinking when I was 5 years old. I wish I had known then what I know now and maybe things might have been different. I also want to thank her for all that she taught me. She taught me to sew when I was 5 years old (and I haven't stopped since!!). She also taught me how to can vegetables and fruit - so you can thank her for all the wonderful jams and jellies. I would love to show her the farm - she would adore all the baby goats. Miss you terribly, Mom!Another person that comes to mind is my Dad's mother, my grandmother Ollie Askew. I only met her once when I was very young. But she left an impression in my mind. What I remember is a thin woman with snow white hair. We went to visit them in Oklahoma and she absolutely adored me because she kept telling me that I looked like an Askew (my maiden name). I remember sleeping with her in a big wrought iron bed with a huge quilt. She had let her hair down and she had the longest, prettiest white hair and she wore a long, white cotton night gown. And we talked and giggle the whole night. She was the perfect grandma and I would have love to have known her better. I think she would have been pleased how I turned out.

The last one to come to mind is not really a person, but a dog - our German Shepherd, Hardee. She died almost 8 years ago. She used to go everywhere with me and Nathan - I jokingly called us the 3 Musketeers! I would love to thank her for helping me raise Nathan and for protecting the family all those years! Miss you, girl!As I said these are just miscellaneous ramblings of a Goat Farmer on a cold Ohio morning missing very important people in her life.

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Raising goats were never in "the plan." If you had told me 12 years ago that I would be raising goats, I would have laughed in your face! But, at a Valentine's Day Party at my son's Kindergarten, the local Vet showed up with two pygmy goats. As the saying goes, it was love at first sight. And the rest is history . . .